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"Bang!"

His forehead slammed heavily on the hard bluestone slab, and when he raised his head, his forehead was red, stained with a few grains of earth and sand.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Wang Yue's forehead had turned from red to red and swollen, the soil and sand broke through the flesh, and the slightest trace of blood overflowed.

Outside the wooden door, Wang Yue knelt down on his knees, his hands on the ground, up and down, and the bluestone slab was stained with a little blood.

In the small courtyard, Yao Wuqian was under the tea pavilion, sitting on a stone bench, drinking a pot of tea on the stone table.

The old woman sat on the stone bench next to Yao Wuqian, thinking about Wang Yue's sweaty and pitiful appearance, and said with some distress: "What is the child begging for, you are so ruthless to drive him away." ”

Yao Wuqian held the purple sand tea bowl, shook it slightly, the fragrance of the tea overflowed, and it was pressed against his mouth, and he paused slightly when he wanted to drink, and said in a deep voice: "He asked me to save someone." ”

The old woman was kind in her heart, and persuaded her bitterly: "That girl is kind to us, and this child knows that girl again, you make an exception and help other people's children." ”

The medicine family has a long history, it is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and the medicine five coins have learned a hand-inspiring medical skills, and when they were young, they traveled all over the country, saving lives and helping the wounded, and there are countless doctors.

Twenty years ago, he abandoned his medical skills and was no longer contaminated, because his benefactor pleaded, so he made an exception to treat Wang Yue, but this time, he would never make a move.

Wang Yue's emotions lingered in the old woman's mind, and she asked, "Tell me about that child."

Yao Wuqian put down the purple sand tea bowl in his hand, hesitated slightly, and told his wife about Wang Yue's pleading, as well as the causes and ends.

The old woman sighed, and the whole person was three points old, and said: "Alas, after so many years, you still can't let go." ”

The doctor is merciful, regardless of poverty, this is the aphorism of the medicine family, and the medicine five coins follow the adage, regardless of the poor, and the general medicine is treated, until later, he opened the door early in the morning to absorb the fresh air, and the man who was covered in stab wounds and dying fell in front of his door.

The doctor is merciful, and he will cure every illness, he called his wife to lift the man into the house, and half a month later, the man who stepped into the palace of the king of Hades was pulled back by the medicine five dollars, not to mention the vitality of the dragon, at least he walked freely.

The man's identity is a prodigal son who wanders the rivers and lakes, because he slept with the woman of the gang boss, he was hacked and killed, and the gang soon came to the door, and the cruel scene was shown in the pupils of the medicine five coins.

In order to avoid slashing, the man grabbed his ten-year-old son in the chest to block the knife, and the police arrived in time to arrest both sides.

The knife was deeply embedded in his son's brain, even if he was full of medical skills, he was powerless, he pulled the man back from the ghost gate, he was not grateful for the picture, and he used his son to block the knife.

After 200,000 years, the scene of that day is still clear, if he doesn't save the man, the gang won't come to the door, if it weren't for the man's wolf's heart and lungs, his son wouldn't die, although what happened to Wang Yue was innocent, but how much it was implicated with the people on the road, so he didn't save it.

"Well, do whatever you want, I'll go see if the kid is gone." The old woman got up, and the moment he slowly opened the wooden door, the whole person froze.

Yao Wuqian's eyes were focused on his wife, the stiffness was in full view, he thought that his wife's old problem had recurred, and hurriedly trotted forward to feel the old woman's pulse.

"Look." The palm of the hand that was pulsed by Yao Wuqian was stiffly raised, pointing forward, and Yao Wuqian looked at it, and a young man knelt on the ground on both knees, supported the ground in two numbers, and his forehead was not fancy on the bluestone floor.

The bluestone floor was stained red with red blood, and the young man's forehead was blurred with blood, even if he appeared, the young man's kowtow speed was still unabated, without saying a word, he slammed heavily on the bluestone floor, he gritted his teeth, he had a sword shadow on his face, and he held a breath in his throat.

Yao Wuqian let go of the palm holding the old woman's pulse, and the old woman hurriedly went to help Wang Yue, and said distressedly: "Child, don't knock, get up quickly!" ”

Wang Yue is like a machine that is set to emotions, kowtowing, kowtowing, kowtowing.

The old woman looked anxiously at the medicine five coins, the wrinkles on her face gathered together, and shouted, "Old man." ”

Yao Wuqian grabbed the old woman's wrist and pulled it to the small courtyard, and said lightly: "I said that if I don't save it, I won't save it, whether you kowtow or knock to death, it has nothing to do with me." ”

The wooden door is closed.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of kowtowing is in the ears.

Flower City, a rainy city, dark clouds at night cover the entire sky at the same time, and a heavy rain that has never been encountered falls from the sky.

Huacheng official website: "Huacheng has suffered a hundred years of heavy rain, please go home in time, do not stay outside, and ask the relevant departments to take disaster prevention measures." ”

Huacheng Satellite TV: "The school was suspended for three days, and the operation workers and departments of Huacheng were suspended for three days. ”

At the entrance of the hospital, the sound of rain in the ears was deafening, and the sight was only half a meter, several people from different directions braved the strong wind and heavy rain to gather in the hospital hall, and the rain flowed down the corner of the clothes like a stream, like a water man.

Xuan Xuan brushed the wet hair that was stuck on his forehead behind his head, rubbed his cold palm and rubbed his eyes that were a little unable to open due to the rain, his vision recovered slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "Have you found Wang Yue?" ”

Zhang Jing's little face turned pale and said, "I went back to Youth University to look for it, but no." ”

Yi Lan's clothes were wet, all of them were attached to his body, and he gritted his teeth and said, "There is no hero Internet café either!" ”

Yang Ke, who looked like a water man, said in a deep voice: "Xiucai and I have turned over the black street, but we haven't found Wang Yue." ”

Gan Ting was discolored by the pear blossoms blown by the wind and rain, and said: "Oh my God, where did Wang Yue go, such a strong wind is almost blowing people away, and such a heavy rain is simply unbearable." ”

The silver commercial car braked suddenly, fixed at the entrance of the hospital, the window fell, Han Jinhe appeared in everyone's sight, through the hazy heavy rain, the voice shouted urgently: "Get in the car, find Wang Yue!" ”

Everyone got into the commercial car, the moment the door closed, the commercial car hurriedly started, the roof of the bean-sized raindrops crackled, the wipers swept back and forth, and the vision was still relatively blurred.

Han Jinhe received a text message from an unfamiliar number last time, and the text message gave Wang Yue's location.

Fifteen minutes later, the silver van that was running in the pouring rain slowly stopped.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of the torrential rain crashing on the ground was like the sound of iron riding on the ground, and it was very harsh.

Under the dark night, in the storm, in front of the small courtyard of the farmhouse, a young man knelt on his knees, supported the ground with his hands, and his forehead slammed heavily on the bluestone slab, blood and water mixed with the rain flowing, Rao is heavy rain was about to wash away the blood in an instant, and the next moment, the sound of kowtowing sounded, and a pool of blood was left, look at his forehead, the flesh and blood were blurred,

Several women clasped their hands tightly, looking at the young man who was impulsed by the wind and rain, and then got up, is this love?